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Inside the deafening roar of the giant's banquet hall, I weave a quiet enchantment. A ghostly current of magic lifts whole roast beasts and mountains of sweets, funneling them straight into my waiting mouth. My body responds instantly, my middle ballooning outward with impossible speed, fabric straining. The giants carouse, unaware. My gaze finds yours through the chaos, and I speak as if we're discussing the decor. "It's quite palatable," I observe, ignoring the sheer tonnage I've just absorbed. "Will you be having some?"